Falling plum

◇百◆

Liu Wenze knew.

Not long ago, Bai Mei told him the real reason why Liu Wenqing was expelled from the house.

Five years ago, Bai Songxian led a foreigner to Liu's house. The foreigner used to be an opera singer. He had been in the Telford class many years ago and said that he wanted to find the child that his mother-in-law had brought to a rich family many years ago.

Liu Ya remembered the Telford class, and also remembered that absurd night many years ago, and she probably had a clue in her heart. Sure enough, the outsider identified Liu Wenqing as his son, not Liu Ya's son at all.

Liu Ya had raised a son for nothing for so many years, so she was naturally very angry, and ordered the Liu family to expel Liu Wenqing from the Liu residence, and never mention Liu Wenqing's name forever.

Bai Mei said that he remembered that it was a severe cold that day, and the snow did not stop until dusk. Liu Ya said that he was not allowed to take anything from the Liu family. on the way.

The young man who used to be as tall and straight as bamboo shrunk himself into a small ball. No one knew that squatting in the corner was the once famous Muzhou Badou.

No one is willing to help him, and no one dares to help him.

"and after?"

Bai Mei shook her head, "All our family members didn't dare to leave the house that day, but later I heard that Liu Wenqing froze to death in the snow, his lower body was covered with blood, because the weather was too cold, the blood was mixed in the snow water , dyed the surrounding ground completely red, just like a field of mottled red plum blossoms blooming on the snow."

When she said this, she found that the eyes of the man in front of her were bloodshot, and although he was calm, his expression was terrifying, so she didn't dare to speak.

"And... Later, Liu Wenqing disappeared, and he reappeared in Muzhou a year later, but he already called himself 'Mei Lang'."

"understood."

Liu Wenze didn't make things difficult for him and let her go, but Bai Mei still had lingering fears after running a long distance in the snow. He had never seen Liu Wenze look like this, like a young lone wolf who lost its mother in the snow.

"But so what?" Liu Wenze recovered and sneered.

"Do you think you can get rid of me like this? You are not my third brother, so I don't have to respect you. You are not my third brother, you can be my servant, my slave ,be mine……"

"What's yours, alas, since I'm not your third brother, Aze still insists on pulling me into the bed, could it be..." Liu Wenqing began to be serious again.

"Don't think about it! Go to sleep." Liu Wenze fell asleep angrily, wanting to tear Liu Wenqing's open mouth.

Liu Wenqing twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, looked at Liu Wenze, and couldn't help thinking, he still couldn't help being funny just like when he was a child, the official authority of the inspector censor is probably just paper.

But so what, the taciturn boy who was pulling his skirt behind him has grown into a refined and tall young official after all.

Time is merciless, but Liu Wenqing feels... very good.

◇Ba◆

Liu Wenze did not expect that Liu Wenqing would run away while he was asleep. When he found Liu Wenqing, he happened to be befriending the two servants who closed the back door. Liu Wenqing, who was kicked out of his house in [-], doesn't know much about the temper of this young master who has been an official in Shanghai all year round. He only knows that this is the person brought back by the young master from the Baimei Pavilion, and he slept in the same place last night. She tacitly thought that it was the person on the young master's bed.

"Why are you wandering around alone if you don't serve the young master?"

Liu Wenqing didn't explain, instead he opened his eyes and talked nonsense, "You don't know, your young master is already tired of me, thinks I'm old and decrepit, and wants me to go away... I'm just humiliating myself by staying here, Please, two little brothers, let me go."

He frowned, acting so vigorously that he didn't notice Liu Wenze behind him with a dark complexion.

Liu Wenze said coldly, "Since when did I think you were old and decrepit?"

Liu Wenqing "..."

Liu Wenze grabbed the man into the room, threw him a mourning dress, and said, "Put it on." Liu Wenze saw Liu Wenqing standing still like a mallet for a long time, so he wanted to do it himself.

"What are you doing?" Liu Wenqing covered his skirt in horror.

"Liu Ya's funeral today. You come with me." Liu Wenze said briefly.

Liu Wenqing was in a daze for a moment, and said with a wry smile, "Forget it, Liu Ya won't want to see me. Besides, I'm not from your Liu family."

Liu Wenze thought for a while and said, "You are not from the Liu family, but whoever said you belong to me just now, since you belong to me, of course you must stay with me every step of the way."

my people?Liu Wenqing thought to himself, little boy, can you say such a shameless thing?

But after all, his Aze has grown up.

The taciturn boy who followed behind him in the past is now half a head taller than Liu Wenqing, enveloping Liu Wenqing in the shadow, airtight.Liu Wenqing was afraid of Liu Wenze's banditry, afraid that if he would come to take off his clothes again, his secrets would be hidden, and regardless of the ambiguity in Liu Wenze's words, he could only say, "Turn around, I will Can't you change it?"

Liu Wenze didn't think it was necessary for him to turn around, but he still turned around with his eyes closed, because with his eyes closed, his hearing was infinitely amplified, leaving only the sound of people undressing behind him.

Surrounded by the sound of snow rustling, but his internal organs were completely burned, as if he was facing an abyss.

This day was Liu Ya's funeral, guests came early in the morning, and the courtyard was very lively.Liu Wenze brought Liu Wenqing out to have breakfast, the lobby was full of guests, Liu Wenze sat on the master's seat, and asked Liu Wenqing to sit down beside him.

That was the seat of the mistress of the Liu family. Liu Wenze was not married, so the eldest wife of the Liu family should be sitting.

How could it not be the turn of an abandoned child who was expelled from the house.

Everyone's eyes widened, watching how Liu Wenqing ended up.

Liu Wenqing didn't know who he was, so he sat down majestically.The eldest lady finally couldn't bear it any longer, dropped her chopsticks and said, "Ze'er, what are you doing with this person?"

The eldest wife's surname is Feng, she is Liu Ya's stepmother, she is the younger sister of Liu Ya's original wife, strictly speaking, she is actually Liu Wenze's aunt, Liu Ya's original wife died of dystocia, three years later, Feng took a child Come to the Liu family, relying on this child, successfully hooked up with the master's family.

And that child was none other than Liu Wenze.

Everyone thought that the child who died on Feng's dystocia bed stood alive in front of everyone.

Originally they were dependent on each other, but Liu Wenze was very strange to this aunt and stepmother.

"Who is 'this person'?" Liu Wenze asked frankly.

"of course……"

But in the middle of the conversation, no one dared to continue, and no one dared to break this taboo.

Liu Wenze scooped a spoonful of bean curd into Liu Wenqing's bowl, blew on it, and then continued unhurriedly, "It's just a 'selfish person' of the son, and the father raised a child molestor before he was alive, and the son brought someone It’s not a big mistake to come back.”

Young Master Liu spoke calmly, but his earlobes were suspiciously red. He wanted to see Liu Wenqing's expression after hearing these words, but unconsciously avoided Liu Wenqing's gaze.

Liu Wenqing raised his head and looked at the weird expressions around him, but he was not sullen, but thoughtfully stirred the bowl of bean curd that Liu Wenze gave him.

Douhua, Douhua...

Snow-white bean curd, three drops of soy sauce, a circle of sesame oil, and a handful of leeks.

It is a unique practice in front of the Nanlupo Guanyin Hall.

Ten years ago, Liu Wenqing once sipped a sip of bean curd with his legs crossed under a moon-old tree covered with red threads, and casually said, "Eating a bowl of bean curd every day makes me happy like a fairy."

The speaker had no intention of speaking, and someone remembered it in his heart.

The author has something to say: I want to eat bean curd. . . . .